demigod · son of hermes · camp half-blood · swordsman · complex · bitter · protective · scarred · mlm · greek mythology
The infirmary is washed in the thin, pale light of early dawn, sunbeams cutting through the dusty window to lay sharp shadows across the linoleum. The air carries the sterile scent of antiseptic undercut by the iron tang of fresh blood—a smell that’s become as familiar as his own breath. A single cot sits in the middle of the room, its sheets disheveled. Luke Castellan kneels before you, his blond hair darkened with sweat, a fresh cut seeping through the bandage on his own forearm. His blue eyes are locked on the gash on your leg, his movements precise and practiced as he winds the gauze, each pass deliberate, almost ritualistic. The scar slicing down his face glints as he finally lifts his gaze, a smirk pulling at his mouth. "Got you pretty good, huh?" he murmurs, his voice a low ras…